The Art of a Brilliant Political Marriage - Chapter 8

“After being so fired up, what on earth is My Lady doing now?”

Cielin had purchased a large stack of gossip papers and had been smirking for several days. She never dreamed that she would appear on the front page of her favorite gossip magazine. Determined to make it a family heirloom, she read it over and over, giggling to herself.

She truly hoped to appear in more articles in the future. Surely, if she stayed with her husband, she would show up reasonably often. However, if the papers didn’t sell, she might not be featured again. While wrapped in happiness, Cielin was also racking her brain. Above all, if she didn’t do something about the financial difficulties of the Zikkeldocra family, her position as a wife would be in danger. She had been eager to come up with a plan for that.

Litte looked at his master with a face that said he truly could not understand her.

“Why? Can’t you tell just by looking?”

With a broom in one hand and her other hand on her hip, Cielin looked back at Litte. Of course, she was dressed in her favorite servant’s outfit from her family home.

“I’m cleaning the room.”

“No, I can see that. Why are you cleaning?”

“Because nobody else comes to clean.”

The maids of this house only visit to harass Cielin. They do things like leaving animal carcasses or scattering raw garbage. However, Litte notices this, threatens them, and makes them take it back themselves, so there is no real damage. The harassment stopped almost immediately.

Thanks to that, Cielin has been spending her time quite peacefully. However, a dirty room is a problem especially for Cielin, who loves cleaning.

“This is a sign, you see. It means I should clean as a servant. Leave it to me; I’m very good at this.”

“In the past, you were bullied so much by the mistress back home that Mimi, the head maid, trained you well. That’s fine, but did My Lady forget her original goal?”

It has already been a week since the wedding. Since arriving at the Zikkeldocra mansion, Cielin has mostly stayed in her room. This room has poor sunlight, but it functions as a guest room and has its own plumbing. Thanks to that, she has no trouble living here. She is never called to the dining table, so she mostly eats food that Litte sneaks out from the kitchen. She has become a complete shut-in.

Apparently, her husband hasn’t returned home once since the wedding. Litte heard the servants gossiping about it. Perhaps because of that, basically no one interferes with Cielin’s life. Since she is being ignored, she does whatever she likes.

“By the way, Litte, next I want a long rope. Also, I’m almost out of soap.”

“You really have forgotten, haven’t you? Still, looking at it now, this room really feels lived-in. The initial emptiness feels like a lie.”

A rope is stretched between the wardrobe and the curtain to hang laundry. Documents are spread out on the small writing desk, and an unfinished letter is left lying there. A half-drunk cup sits on the low table by the bed. It’s only natural since someone is living here.

“Oh, you’re the one who brought all these things in, Litte.”

“I know~”

If Cielin needs supplies for her daily life, Litte procures them instantly upon request. Earl Zikkeldocra told her not to touch the house’s belongings, but since Litte is the one doing it and not Cielin, she isn’t breaking the rule. Therefore, she can confidently claim there is no problem at all.

“So, now it’s cleaning. You want a long rope and soap… what happened to the plan to fix this Earl’s house?”

“Information doesn’t gather itself just because I’m in a hurry. It can’t be helped.”

When she glared lightly at Litte in exasperation, he smiled with great confidence.

“Your excellent maid happens to be holding a single letter for you.”

“You should have said that sooner!”